Koumyou has the presence of mind, finally, with a sizeable delay, to tip his head forward that little bit that makes his bangs swing forward and partially hide his face.

"It..." deep breath in, finally getting his hyperventilating somewhat under control, "it didn't work right. No one's actually anywhere for good, and a whole bunch of us didn't go willingly to begin with, either. The whole fucking thing is all fucked up!"

That last sentence is maybe a bit louder than he'd intended, almost a yell.